Machine-Gunner

Safe in my nest I scan the night
 I have no rest waiting to fight
 Then a sudden light
 Shadows become alive!
 Star shells rise high
 Painting a day into the night
 A dance of death begins
 No matter who wins
 The rhythm of striker gives slaughter
 An acrid stench: smoke of cordite
 Gives the taste to any fight
 I loose lucidity: deaf and blind
 Nonsense: the only logic I can find
 Here I am: the Machine-Gunner
 Here you have the slaughter
 Here I am: the Machine-Gunner
 My aim is slaughter
 The heart of my gun
 Beats the time of no fun
 My heart gets a beat at any target I hit
 On my face the sweat drops white-hot
 I die everytime the cartridge-belt is out
 No breath till reload - till the first shot
 The rhythm of my heart on striker
 An acrid stench: smoke of cordite
 Gives the taste to any fight
 I loose lucidity: deaf and blind
 Nonsense: the only logic I can find
 Here I am: the Machine-Gunner
 Here you have the slaughter
 Here I am: the Machine-Gunner
 My aim is slaughter
 An acrid stench: smoke of cordite
 Gives the taste to any fight
 I loose lucidity: deaf and blind
 Nonsense: the only logic I can find
 Here I am: the Machine-Gunner
 Here you have the slaughter
 Here I am: the Machine-Gunner
 My aim is slaughter